Jerry: Why are you buttering your face?
Kramer: I'm shaving with it.
Jerry: Oh, Moses, smell the roses.
Kramer: Jerry, it's vastly superior to any commercial shaving cream. Now feel my face.
Jerry: No.
Kramer: Feel it.
Jerry: I don't want to.
Kramer: Feel it. Feel it.
Jerry: [places two slices of bread on Kramer's face] That is close.
[Kramer takes the bread and eats it as he walks out of Jerry's apartment.]